A PRPOSITION Chapter 2
I make my way to the train station that’s a couple of minutes from the Museum. I weave my way across the crowded streets, one of the disadvantages of working downtown. With every step I take, I can feel my clit piercing rubbing against my panties, sending a shiver of delight up my spine. I board the train taking me home and slowly squeeze to the back corner of the cart. On my left is a wall and behind me stands a middle aged man who looks to be an office worker. I wonder what work he would...